I Raised the Villains Preciously - Chapter 7.2

Chapter 7 Part 2 : I Raised The Villains Preciously

“Ian’s blanket!

 

I finally remembered that Ian’s new blanket was placed on the highest sunny spot on the hill.

 

“I’m going crazy!”

 

Forgetting that she was in front of the children, Hannah sped out in a hurry.

 

Masha and Jeremy met their eyes as they watched Hannah disappear.

 

“Wow. If Ian finds out…”

 

“Your eyes will be turned inside out and my mouth will be bubbly?”

(Note: Basically poisoned. Like imagine cauldron bubble toil and trouble posion)

 

“Oh no, I feel sorry for the teacher.”

 

Masha cut down on the crumbly bread and looked at the window clouded by the pouring rain.

 

It was as dark as Hannah’s future.

 

And it’s wet.

 

The sound of water soaking shoes and rain hitting the ground made her ears hurt.

 

“Argh!”

 

Hannah was already soaked in water and cried as she saw the new drooping blanket.

 

It wasn’t noticeable because of the pouring rain.

 

“Uh… I’ve got a guillotine now.”

 

Hannah, who removed the blanket, staggered by the heavier weight because of the rain.

 

The blanket was full of cotton, so it was plump.

 

She walked with the drenched fuzzy blanket, but the blanket obscured her view and the way.

 

And at that moment…

 

“Ohh!”

 

Hannah’s body slipped into the slippery muddy water.

 

“Ah!”

 

A terrible pain came up from her tailbone.

 

The blanket was already rolling in the mud.

 

“…It’s ruined… Everything is ruined.”

 

Hannah lay down on the ground as she was.

 

She wondered how she came here and became like this, and she laughed in vain.

 

“Haha.”

 

‘I’m so sad and feel like dying!’

 

She couldn’t open her eyes because of the rain.

 

‘I’m a mess.’

 

She just closed her eyes and hoped she would disappear into the dirt.

 

At that time, the rain that hit her forehead and cheek stopped suddenly.

 

‘What? Did it stop raining all of a sudden?’

 

Hannah slowly opened her eyes. Her vision was all yellow.

 

“…Ian?”

 

There, Ian looked down at her and held an umbrella.

 

“Why… Are you here…”

 

Ian hates rain.

 

As long as Ian’s gaze swept away from the muddy water, he touched me once, and touched his muddy blanket.

 

Ian’s gaze was looking at me, and then looked at the blanket covered in dirt.

 

Each time Hannah’s body shrank from tension.

 

After checking the circumstances, Ian sighed and opened his mouth.

 

“You’ll catch a cold.”

 

Hannah’s heart ached at the expressionless words he threw.

 

Ian reached out to her with his hand that didn’t hold an umbrella.

 

His hands were strangely bare.

 

“…I’m dirty.”

 

Hannah looked down at herself.

 

Her clothes, hair, and hands were covered in mud.

 

“I know.”

 

Hannah stared blankly at his white little hand that stretched out to her.

 

For a long time, she couldn’t tell whether it was a dream or not.

 

Carefully, she reached towards his pale hand with her dirty hand.

 

At the moment Ian’s hand flinched, but he didn’t take it out.

 

And the warmth spread through the hands.

 

At that moment, the sorrow that had plagued Hannah was shattered.

 

“…Ian.”

 

Hot tears mixed in the cold rain water and flowed dowon her cheeks.

 

“Let’s go.”

 

Ian tried to hand over his umbrella to Hannah, but the umbrella fell to the ground.

 

Hannah hugged Ian tightly.

 

“Ian. Uh-Hu… How much do I have, uh-huh.”

 

Hannah cried like a child.

 

Ian hardened his face to the muddy water that has stained his body.

 

But he didn’t push her away.

 

It was just a pat on Hannah’s back.

 

And the rain stopped.

 

There was a fresh scent of life on the ground.

 

*******

 

Munch. Munch.

 

Jeremy and Masha, who were watching Ian and Hannah’s drama by the window, bit the snack.

 

“Did you tell him?”

 

“What are you talking about? He must have been worried about his blanket outside in the rain.”

 

Masha was secretly amazed.

 

He had no idea why he loved his teacher so much until he asked Ian why he was doing this to his teacher.

 

“That’s a big deal.”

 

Ian, who has always been like an ice cube, goes to comfort hers while letting his own body to get dirty.

 

“Ah, teacher should only be my teacher.”

 

Masha envied them as he looked out of the window with his chin on his fist.

 

Munch, Munch.

 

Jeremy who was looking outside was silent and didn’t say anything.

 

******

 

“Cough, cough.”

 

Eventually, Hannah caught a cold.

 

She rolled on the floor in the raincoat, and it was more strange that he was fine.

 

“Cough, Ian, teacher is okay. You’ll catch a cold if you stay close to me. You can go.”

 

The next day, it was Ian.

 

Of course, the only way to warm up is the porridge made for Hannah.

 

He put a tray of porridge on the table next to Hannah’s bed.

 

It was still steaming, and it still looked hot.

 

It was a good temperature for the teacher who had a large appetite.

 

Ian pulled a chair in front of Hannah’s bed and sat down.

 

Ian’s hands were covered with gloves again today.

 

But Hannah decided not to worry about it anymore.

 

“You will get germs.”

 

“Teacher.”

 

Leaving Hannah’s worries behind, Ian opened his mouth.

 

His eyes were staring at somewhere in the floral pattern of Hannah’s blanket.

 

It was a meaningless look.

 

“I don’t like being dirty.”

 

Hannah was nervous at the sudden confession.

 

Again, is he trying to blame the incident?

 

“People said I was dirty.”

 

The story from Ian’s lips was not resentment.

 

It was a story about his wounded trauma